A strange creature rose out of the swamp today. It crawled out of my tackle box and deposited itself quite stubbornly on my knitting chair. As I watched it materialize, I attempted to capture it on camera. Its image did not register well--probably due to its supernatural constitution.
It appeared to have legs, but I was not sure.
At times a head emerged, without features or form.
It seemed to writhe and struggle for existence...
...which was fleeting, for soon it crawled back into my tackle box and was gone.